Chapter 1614


    Chapter 1614


    As the door swung open, there stood Casey, the assistant, straight as a rod at the entrance. Her eyes


    lit up when she saw Hannah, and she hurried forward with a weing smile. But as soon as she


    caught sight of Steven behind Hannah, she instinctively took a couple of steps back.


    “Why aren’t youing in? It’s freezing out here. You’ll freeze to death,” Hannah chided gently.


    Casey shrugged off the concern. “I’m tough as nails. A little cold won’t bother me.”


    Hannah didn’t press further. She turned back to Steven. “I’m off then.”


    Steven pulled Hannah close for a quick kiss on her cheek. “Alright, love. I’ll head straight to the airport


    later. Won’t be able to send you off.”


    With a nod, Hannah ushered Casey along. In the elevator, Casey whispered, “I didn’t daree in with


    Mr. Dixon there.”


    “What was that?” Hannah asked, not quite catching her words.e2


    Casey said, “I mean, knowing Mr. Dixon was in your room… I didn’t want to interrupt anything


    important.”


    Hannah yfully flicked Casey’s forehead. “What are you thinking, you little rascal?”


    Casey pointed out, “Look at the marks on your neck. They weren’t there when we wrapped upst


    night.”


    Hastily, Hannah adjusted her scarf, covering up more thoroughly. “Listen here, I’m the boss, the one


    who signs your checks. You’re not afraid of me but you’re scared of Mr. Dixon. Believe me, I can dock


    your pay.”


    “You wouldn’t,” Casey protested. “You’re too nice to do that.”


    “This time I will. We’ll see how you like it,” Hannah threatened.


    Casey replied, “You were so generous with the bonusst year, I won’t miss a month’s pay.”


    “Still sassing me, huh? Think I won’t follow through?” Hannah teased.


    “Okay, okay, I’m scared now. Happy?” Casey surrendered. What a boss she had – treating her almost


    like a sister and pretending to be the bad guy just to get a rise out of


    her.


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    They stepped out of the hotel lobby into the dawn’s early light, and the streets deserted. Casey felt a


    pang of sympathy, thinking of Hannah workingte into the night, and probably getting no rest from


    Steven’s pleasurable teases, “Hannah, it’s early still. You’ve got a long day ahead. It’ll probably be


    exhausting. You could sleep in a bit more.”


    Hannah walked towards the waiting minivan. “The crew works their tails off, sometimes even overnight


    to set up. All I do is act in front of the camera. Compared to them, my job’s a breeze.”


    Casey hurried to keep pace with Hannah’s stride. If the star wasn’t tired, then she, as the assistant, had


    no right to be.


    Hannah’s current project was a period drama set in the 70s in a rural mountain area. To achieve


    authenticity, the production had chosen a remote location for filming.


    Today’s scenes were to be shot in a local vige school. Upon arrival, Hannah was struck by how


    underdeveloped the vige was it was the 21st century, yet the school only had three ssrooms.


    Each ssroom doubled up for two grades, taught by a single teacher who covered bothnguage,


    arts, and math.


    The beloved teacher, Ms. Skye, was unfortunately sick at home, depriving Hannah of a chance to meet


    her.


    The vigers, unustomed to film crews, gathered around in droves, crowding even the restrooms.


    After shooting a few scenes, Hannah needed to use the restroom, but couldn’t navigate through the


    crowd.


    Reluctantly, she and Casey sought out a nearby viger’s home to use their facilities. On their way


    back, Hannah spotted a young woman picking vegetables in a field not too far off.


    Dressed simply, the woman nheless struck a chord of familiarity in Hannah.